Pure Passion (16 page)

“You got my text about Friday right?” he asked casually,
while digging in the fridge.

“Friday?”

“Yeah, J.T.’s having a party at his beach house Friday
night, and I’d like you to meet him.  Derek said he’d cover for you at work.”

“He did?  Shit, I never got your text.”

“Stop at Verizon tomorrow. Your dad said he’d pay for a new
phone.”

“I know, but I got it to charge last night so I thought I
was good.”

“Get a new one,” he insisted, giving me another kiss before
heading to his guitar room.

Yay!  I get to go to the beach party!  It’s going to be an
awesome weekend! 
I practically skipped to my car and headed for The Deuce. 
Why do things always get so twisted around in my mind?  It really makes me
feel miserable sometimes…  I have to read that positive thinking book again.

Later on, Derek confirmed that he had talked to Max about
covering my hours and had another part-time bartender helping out on Saturday
night.

“Why didn’t you tell me Max was planning on taking me to the
party?”

“I asked you if Max had talked to you, and you said no.  I
hadn’t even had my coffee yet, so cut me some slack.”

“I’m sorry.  I’ve just been a little crazy all day.  I guess
I just have too much on my mind.  How many people do you think we’ll get in
here Saturday night for the surprise party?”

“Shit, this place is gonna be packed.  Old friends from high
school and college who we haven’t seen in years are planning to be here.  It’s
gonna be nuts!”

“That’s awesome.  Thanks for helping me get the word out.”

“No problem.  I just put out an invite to my 1200 Facebook
friends and told them they could all bring a friend.  Hell, this place should
pay me to do that every time we have a concert.”

“1200 Facebook friends? I was impressed when I broke 200. 
I’m pretty sure I don’t even know 1200 people, much less consider them
friends.”

“Yeah, the term friend doesn’t mean much online.  If I was
ever in a real jam, there are probably about a dozen people I could count on to
be there.  Those are my true friends.”

“Well, I would be there for you, just so you know.”

“I know, Lara. You’re at the top of my short list.  Have you
talked to Brea since you’ve been back?”

“No.  I’m getting a new phone tomorrow, and she’ll be my
first call.”

God I hate wasting my time standing in line, waiting for
someone to sell me a phone that’s pretty much the same as the old one.  I’m
going to take better care of the new one.  It’s actually been kind of nice not
hearing from Mom on a daily basis.  Maybe that’s why I’ve procrastinated so
much on getting it replaced.  I kind of miss seeing Max’ face on my screen
though.  It’s only been one day since we got back, but it seems like forever. 
It’s scary how much I miss him.

Monday nights are never busy for us bartenders, so it gave
me plenty of time to think.  As if I needed any extra time for that.  By the
time my shift ended, the only thing on my mind was going home and sneaking into
bed with Max.  I beat Derek home, so the house was quiet.  I padded up stairs,
washed my face, brushed my teeth, and put on those little PJs he seemed to
like.  Approaching Max’ door, I could feel the anticipation surging through my
body.  I couldn’t wait to slide in bed behind him.  Grabbing the door handle, I
pushed down, only to find it locked. 
Shit!  Why would he lock his door?  He
should know better than that!

I knocked softly, hoping he would hear me and answer. 
Standing there, my anticipation transformed quickly to frustration. 
Damn, how
could he do this to me?

Dejected, I went back to my room and plopped into bed. 
That
sucks!
  Lying there with a dull ache between my thighs, I heard giggling
coming from below. 
Great, now Derek and Hadley are going to start up and
add to my misery. I thought he and Max had taken care of the audio porn issue. 
I’m not going to lay here and listen to them banging, I’m definitely not in the
mood.
  After going down to crank on the air conditioning, I put on my
headphones and fell asleep alone, horny and frustrated.

~~~

Waking the following morning to the sound of Max starting
his car had my frustration picking up right where it left off the night
before. 
Damn, I missed him again.
  Looking at the clock, I saw it was
already noon.  I assumed he must’ve gone to work on the website again.  Picking
up my phone to send him a text, I found it was dead again. 
Okay, a new
phone is definitely on my priority list for today.

Max

It was another day of muddling through website content and
trying to explain to the web designer how the customization features should
work.  I had to keep telling myself that this was temporary crap, and soon, I’d
be able to focus on just building guitars.  After finishing with him, I swung
through the drive-thru to pick up a burger, as I hadn’t eaten all day.  I was
tired of eating that crap but was too busy to go grocery shopping and make
something healthy.  It would’ve been helpful if everyone’s schedule weren’t the
opposite of mine, too.  Then, maybe we could make meals together, and we would
all be eating better
.  I worked so hard to get these abs, I hate to see them
slowly disappearing.

I got home just in time to find an empty house again. 
It
sometimes seems like I live alone here.
 Hadley usually got home around
ten, so I would talk to her a little before going to bed.  Derek and Lara
always got home so damn late that I was out cold long before they came around. 
Wanting to change clothes before starting work on the guitar, I was greeted
again by my jammed door handle. 
What the hell is wrong with this thing?
 
After messing around with it for several minutes, I slammed into the door with
my shoulder. 
Oops! That was a little moronic.
  Splinters of door casing
scattered across the floor.  On the upside, I wouldn’t have to worry about that
door sticking again.

Just as I began working on the guitar neck, I heard my phone
buzz.  It was a text from Lara:

Lara:  I just got your last 7 text messages…   : )

Me:  Awesome.  Got a new phone?

Lara:  Yeah, finally.

Me:  Good.  I’ve missed you.

Lara:  Tried to visit last night, but was locked out.

Me:  You won’t be tonight.  : )~

Lara:  Is that a tongue?

Me:  A hot, wet, lonely tongue...

Lara:  I wanna come home…  : (

She was always teasing me, so I thought it was only fair to give her some
back.  One nice thing about having a quiet house was how much work I was able
to get done.  By the time Hadley came home, I had the entire guitar put
together and was ready to start with the inlays. 
Shit, I need to check my email.
Pulling it up, I scrolled past a couple dozen spam messages and found what I
was looking for... The email from RJ.  Attached was the
Rolling Stone
cover with my picture on it.  I just sat there and stared at if for a moment. 
How
unbelievable is this!  I wish I could send it to Mom.  She would be so damn
proud of me.
I wasn't sure why she burst into my head at that moment, but
it made me miss her. 
I guess moments of triumph are more special when you
can share them with people you love.
  I did the next best thing and
forwarded the email to both Lara and Derek.  I sent it to J.T. as well, just as
I said I would.

J.T. replied within seconds, “You fuckin’ dog…  This is for
real, huh?”

“You bet your sweet ass.  Get ready to party!”

As if…  J.T. was always ready to party.  He was the only guy
I knew who could do it night after night and still function the next day.  Then
again, he’d had lots of practice. 

After showing Hadley the cover and talking a bit, I was so
damn wired there was no way I was going to be able to sleep.  I decided that a
double Crown would be necessary to help me chill-out. 
Ok, maybe two double
crowns.  Hmmm, still wired... three double Crowns and a sleeping pill?
 
Lights out!

~~~

Upon waking the following morning, I realized I either
should’ve forgone the Crown or skipped the sleeping pill.  Holy shit, it was
like I’d been hit by a bus.  The next thing I noticed was Lara’s arm draped
across my body.  I glanced back to find her snuggled up behind me.  Being the
CEO of my own company, I made the executive decision to close my eyes and sleep
until noon.

“Congratulations on your cover.  Did you celebrate by
getting hammered by yourself?” was the next thing I heard.

Rolling over, I was greeted with a smartass look on Lara’s
face.

“Yeah, I guess I did.  I shouldn’t have taken the sleeping
pill at the end.  I feel like total shit.”

“The night before last, you lock me out.  Last night you’re
passed out.  Now I have to go in at eleven to work the early shift.  You don’t
make it very easy for me to get any,” she teased, running her hand over my
chest.

“Well, I promise to make it up to you tonight.”

“How are you going to do that?”

“Remember those handcuffs?”

“Yeah, how could I forget?”

“Tonight I’ll let you use them on me.”

“Alright, that’ll definitely make up for everything!”

“I’m not going to beg like a pussy the way Derek does
though.”

“Hmmm, I’ll bet I can make you beg,” she replied with an
evil glimmer in her eyes.

“You know, you actually scare me sometimes.”

With a little giggle, she was off to the bathroom to get
showered and ready for work.  I knew the thought of me in handcuffs would
instantly cheer her up.  As for me, I rolled over and slept for another hour. 
Then I had to go visit the fucking web designer one last time to finalize the
site layout and the queuing software for the waiting list. 
What a pain in
the ass.
  But, at least I’ll have a functional web site, and people will be
able to customize and order their guitars online.  The final version of it
wouldn’t be ready for a couple of months, but a stripped down version would get
me started for now. 
I wonder what Felix thinks of me promising to build
each guitar personally.  So much for scaling this thing, unless of course he
can have me cloned.  With Felix’ money, maybe he can.  That would be creepy.

Lara

The lunch rush went fast, but could this afternoon drag
on any slower?  All I’ve been thinking about since one o’clock is Max
handcuffed to my headboard.  What the heck am I going to do once he’s shackled? 
I have to figure out a way to make him beg.  It would be so hilarious if I
actually got him to beg the way Derek does.  I should record it, so I can play
it back for him.  Please, Lara, please.  Spank me again, Lara.  Whoops, I
better wait on that customer.

After getting off work at 4:30, I was home by 4:36, but unfortunately,
Max was still gone.  I sent him a text, and he told me it would be a couple
more hours.  To take my mind off things, I ran to the grocery store and picked
up some steak, potatoes and fresh asparagus. 
I’m going to show Max that I
can be good in the kitchen, as well as in bed.  What’s that saying again? 
Betty Crocker in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom?  I really don’t like
the word whore; that sounds so nasty.  Betty Crocker in the kitchen and a
dominatrix in the bedroom.  That sounds better.

Max sent me a text that he was on his way home, so I mashed
the potatoes, threw the steaks in the pan, and broiled the asparagus with a
little salt and olive oil.  Needless to say, he was impressed when he came
through the door.  It was fun cooking a good meal for him. 
If I didn’t have
to work most nights, I could definitely see myself doing this on a regular
basis.  I love making him happy.  Speaking of happy, I still haven’t decided
what I’m going to do with a handcuffed Max.  I don’t have a whip or anything.

Max

Betty Crocker in the kitchen and a dominatrix in the
bedroom… Where does she come up with this stuff?  I must say, though, if she
keeps cooking like this, I’m game.
  As soon as we were done eating, she
came over and sat on my lap.  I knew the thought of me in handcuffs had most
likely been on her mind all day long.  I ran my hand along her smooth thighs to
see how quickly I could get her to crack.  By the fifth or sixth stroke, she
had enough, and we were off to her bedroom.

“We don’t have to do that handcuff thing if you don’t want
to,” I mentioned on the way up the stairs.

“You’re hilarious.  Get them out now!”

“Alright, just saying if you want to change your mind…”

Okay, she’s not changing her mind.  I’ll go get them.

When I walked into her room, part of me expected to see her
in full dominatrix gear with a whip in hand.  I was actually kind of relieved
to see her still in her shorts and tank top. 
Dominatrix. That’s hilarious.

“Take off your shirt and lie on the bed!” she commanded.

“Ooh, I like it.”

“Take off your shirt and lie on the bed!” she repeated with
her most commanding voice.

I complied by slowly unbuttoned my shirt and dropping it to
the floor.  When I began unbuttoning my jeans, she commanded, “Stop!  I didn’t
tell you to remove your jeans.  Now lie on the bed!”

What the hell?  Has she been watching a dominatrix
training video or something?  I’m kind of glad she doesn’t have a whip.  I
think she would actually use it on me.

As I lay back on the bed, she grabbed one wrist and
handcuffed it to the bed.  Then, she walked around to the other side and did
the same thing.  She was right about this headboard. It’s definitely
handcuff-friendly.  Once secured, she stood there staring down at me.

“You’ve been a bad boy, Max, frustrating me two nights in a
row,” she said, trying not to crack a smile. 

It was true. I definitely had been a bad boy, and I was
ready to pay the price.

“What am I going to do with you?” she asked, as she slid
onto the bed and began running her hands along my body.

“I think you should just jump on and fuck my brains out. 
Then we’ll call it even.”

“Oh, Max.  I don’t think you understand the role of a
dominatrix.  You have so much to learn.”

Okay, now she’s making me a little nervous again.

Without a word, she got up, walked over to her dresser, and
pulled something out of the top drawer. 
It had better not be a whip…

As she turned around, I was relieved to see it was a blind
fold. 
That’s good; I really didn’t like the idea of being whipped.  The way
Hadley does it to Derek sounds downright painful.  Maybe he’s not a pussy after
all.  Maybe I would beg, too.

Lara

As I slipped the blindfold on, it occurred to me that another
one of my fantasies was about to come true.  Ever since I read
Fifty Shades
,
I had this vision of Max chained to my bed.  In fact, this is exactly how I
pictured him, barefoot and shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of blue
jeans. 

“Hello?” he said, as I stood there admiring my catch.

I bent down and sucked one of his nipples into my mouth,
flicking it with my tongue.  Seeing a positive response, I gave the other one
the same treatment before running my tongue down the center of his abdomen. 
Reaching his waistline, I pulled back.  He had a definite ridge forming in his
jeans, so I softly ran my fingers along its edges.  I could feel the tension as
his cock strained against the denim.  I had read about so many things I could
do to him.  However, for tonight, I simply wanted to tease him until he
begged. 
I want to hear him beg like Derek does.

My new iPhone had built-in voice recorder, so I laid it on
the pillow next to Max.  The thought of playing it back for him later made me
smile. 
Max is such a good sport for letting me do this.

I went back to running my fingers along the outline of his
bulge, while my other hand slipped under his waistband.   I could feel it
twitch as I ran the tips of my fingers across his soft head.  Max groaned and
muttered something about me being a tease.  I unbuttoned his fly and unzipped
his pants just enough to gain better access.  His cock remained snuggly
trapped, as I continued to stroke him softly through the jeans while
simultaneously teasing his tip. 

After several more strokes he muttered, “Please get rid of
the jeans.”

“No begging,” I whispered as I moved up and gave him a
sensuous kiss on the lips.

He didn’t reply, so I knew I was getting to him.  He sounded
relieved as I unzipped his pants the rest of the way.  I lifted the waistband
of his underwear and allowed his head to emerge before lowering it back down. 

“You’re evil,” he moaned as I began to kiss and flick his
engorged head with my lips and tongue.

I ran my fingers along his trapped shaft while continuing to
suck ever so softly on the tip.  Just as he began moaning in earnest, I started
kissing my way back up his mid-section, leaving his trapped unit behind.

“Ok, Lara, I’m begging you.  Please get rid of the jeans,”
he relented, as I traced his nipples once more with my tongue.

“Alright, I guess you’ve earned it.”

His gorgeous cock sprung to attention as I pulled down his
pants and underwear.  He lifted up just to make sure they came off quickly and
easily.  I pulled them down to his knees, as leaving his legs entangled in them
seemed like the right thing to do.  He continued to moan as I teased his cock
with my tongue once more before shedding my own shorts.  I could see his cock
twitching with each heartbeat.  Max was really excited, and the tension was obviously
getting to him.

I crawled onto the bed, threw my leg across him, and gave
him another sensuous kiss on the lips.

“Are you going to put me out of my misery soon?” he
whispered between kisses.

I didn’t tell him, but that wasn’t my intention at all.  My
intent was to continue teasing him until he relented and begged me to fuck
him.  I began to rub my overheated pussy up and down along his shaft, only to
stop and go back to nibbling on his neck and ear.  As I kissed his neck, I
moved my hips slightly so I could feel Max’ firm head resting against my
folds.  Max moaned softly and tried to move his hips to gain access, but I
leaned forward denying him, giving him another kiss instead.